So, we’re home.
I can’t even tell you how excited I was to get here, and then I realized how great we actually had it in the hospital. But, by the time 9:00 p.m. rolled around last night and we FINALLY pulled up in our driveway, the idea of being in my own house sounded like a dream.
Then Bryan got some raging case of stomach flu. And Charlie wants to eat the baby. (We’re not sure that he really wants to EAT the baby, but he’s clearly too excited to get close to the child, and I don’t have enough oomph to fight him off. The dogs are staying outside today.)
You ever see this scene from “Team America: World Police”? That’s been Bryan. Tony and I are slathering on the Purell (okay, I’m not slathering my baby in Purell. Purell is expensive. I am using generic.) in the hopes that we’ll miss this round.
So I say all of that to say this: my greatest accomplishment today will be to take a shower and pick up my pain meds. Beyond that, we hope to do nothing. We hope to be in a more hospitable shape by Wednesday, but until then, we won’t be accepting any visitors. All of your kind wishes and funny emails have definitely kept us loved for the past few days, and we thank you. (And hope you still send us funny stuff.) But until all of us are well (and clean), we’re gonna hole up in our little house and suck on vitamin c.
You know, there were some times in the last twelve hours when I thought, “I was so stupid to think I could do this.” But he’s so damn cool. By far the best Christmas present I’ve gotten in a while.
He’s beautiful. I’m glad you are all home safe and sound. Just try and rest. When he sleeps-go jump in the bed and sleep too. (Don’t let Bryan get you two sick. Slather him in Purell). Take care.
I think I stayed in my post-baby cave for two whole weeks, and you should too! And also - my dogs would not stay away from the baby for WEEKS it seemed. Until the first time they got a good whiff of a really stinky diaper. Then they decided she was too gross to lick on.
Congratulations!
Welcome back to the ‘hood. Five Points will make it all OK.
With her first baby, Lucia told me not to come over ever. She said she would tell me when I could, and she didn’t tell me I could very often. I didn’t really see that baby much, but you know what? THE MOTHER GETS TO DECIDE. So hole up all you want and let us know if and when there’s a green light. I hope you all feel better soon, BRYAN.